Veterans Day 2015

No mobile tech-talk today. Instead I would like to share with you my thoughts on this Wednesday, 11NOV15.


Me, Me…me
I consider myself a world traveler.

I’ve been to San Diego, Great Lakes, Long Beach, Portland, Vancouver, St. Thomas, Port Everglades, Roosevelt Roads, Guatemala City, Pearl Harbor, Dahlgren, Moorestown, Bath, San Francisco, Norfolk, Panama, Singapore, Muscat, Bahrain, Jebal Ali, Abu Dhabi, and many other places in North, Central and South America, the Caribbean, Southeast and Southwest Asia, and The Middle East, the Indian Ocean, the Arabian Sea, Northern Arabian Gulf, Philippine and South China Sea. I have sailed in circles around this blue marble. From the wonder of engineering at the Locks of Gatun, Milaflores, and Pedro Miguel, to the pucker factor sailing through the Straight of Hormuz…I have seen much of what this planet has to offer. 


Some of it is beautiful, but a lot of it is filthy, broken and dark. Perhaps it’s because I don’t think anyone really appreciates the U.S. Warfighter…not even here at home much less abroad. You only have to look as far as the VA, Michael Moore or the majority of people in Academia for proof of that.


If you think about every major natural or man made disaster that has occurred in the past half century; Irrespective of location, cost incurred, logistic complexity or operational hazard…the American Warfighter is first to show up at ground zero. The warfighter does most of the work, does it promptly and more effectively than any foreign or international ‘Aid’ organization could possibly dream of when it comes to an humanitarian aid effort of large scale. The warfighter is self sufficient. They don’t expect ‘humanitarian pay’, and would much rather serve to save innocent lives than be put in the position to have to take lives in defense. They won’t leave unless asked or until the job is done. They don’t need a, ‘Thank You’. They are more than ecstatic to go home, but they will leave their families and homes to deploy the next day if duty calls.


Haiti, Fukushima, the Tsunami in the Indian Ocean, Pakistan, Typhoon Haiyan in the PI, The Sumatra Coast…all HADR missions for the United States Navy. All proactive. They didn’t wait to be asked. They didn’t say, “Call us if you need anything!” They didn’t stage supplies in an attempt to pre-game a request for help.

They singled-up all lines, and they got underway.


Why do they do it? Because it’s fun and exciting to travel thousands of miles to foreign lands just to bust their ass amid starving people with no medical supplies, weeping for their dead Parents and Children? Or is it because they enjoy reading about Professors in ‘Academia’ who who spend their entire lives sitting on their ass convincing future ‘smart people’ that the oil tankers got there first? Could it be that they go in harms way so that perhaps Michael Moore will be nicer to them on Twitter?


No. They do it because outside of the border of this country, the world can be a cold, dark, shitty place. And almost one cares. At least not enough to do something about it.


Americans are different…at least 1% of us anyway. A few of us still believe that it’s our duty to personally bring candles and comfort to those in their darkest hour. To those who desperately need the light of providence. And it comes hand delivered from someone that best understands the value of life because they are trained to fight in war. Not because they want to. So their children won’t have to. So you don’t have to.

I consider myself fortunate to know a few of those Americans. You probably know them as ‘Veterans’. I’m proud to call one of them,”Dad” and the others…”Shipmate.”